A sort of chastity, pollutes me.
Hinders my reaction.
Makes living unsustainable.
If it were not for the abandoned house.
The left shoe littered by a white line.
Trails purposely marked but deliberately…hard to find.
Clogs in the sleet and ice.
Boots in the sand.
The oddity of it all interrupting the big plan.
A thousand acres and there I stood
A thousand acres and here I stay
Finally at ease
to travel within a self-imposed abyss
Kick the can
with a shadow of who I am.
A thousand acres
Discarded for no one to see
Yesterdays, today and never again, you and me.
A thousand acres gone by
mistaken places to hide
granite grandeur and pictorial flights.
Where is my might?
where have you gone?
what did you do wrong?
You had been the one and only to tolerate
to say, ‘me too’.
Someone who questioned
the mythology of theology.
Someone to harvest my dues.
You and Me and someone that I used to know
Reap what you sow…
You and Me and someone that I used to know.